Vacuous.

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 21, 2013


Questioning everything I do,
I don't trust myself to radiate
any light that people can
actually use-
space being wasted on fixtures
I touch and approach,
without a second to spare.

I could toss my dreams, by
the armful, in a canvas bag
where they are separate from
me, but I would still want
to catapult them over each
side of the Grand Canyon.

I'm doing no good, for
when I act on impulse
then ask opinions later,
it's always the unprofessional
move, the moment betraying
me as I starve for arrows
to puncture my chest.

My future has no eyes.
It cannot discern me nor
oversee every footstep.
I know my past is inactive-
idling upon a shoreline
of an island no one's ever
sailed to before.

And when I breathe, there
is an emptiness where
answers should be forming.
For when my thoughts
dictate action,
I am in a place where
no emotion can be
uncovered,

where nothing exists...

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Written 7/21/13 @ 4:27 PM

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  • 11 years ago

    by Chelsey

    But I would still want
    to through them over each
    side of the Grand Canyon.

    ^^ should that be 'throw' or am I reading that wrong?

    Maryanne this poem cuts deep, I have felt like this before, totally empty, like nothing matters...your metaphors seem like ones I've used before....just because I can relate to so much...

    If I broke this down now though, I could turn every stanza positive...throw your dreams in a bag, sometimes you have to carry them to a new place before you can reach them....go to an island no one sailed to...you can be the leader for God in a new place....

    its so amazing because its normal to feel these feelings sometimes, but its when we can take those feelings and give them a new positive light, that we find peace.

    well done with this write, I enjoyed it.

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